A sick Liechtenstein pays a visit to her dear friend Iceland, who she's been in love with for quite some time. When she ends up fainting during her visit, Iceland ends up caring for her and has her stay the night. That night, between her delirious fever dreams, she wakes up Iceland (who slept on the floor by her; totally because he had to make sure she didn't throw up on his bed and not because he's absolutely infatuated with Liechten and worried out of his mind) and tells him she's in love with him.
Whatever happens next is entirely up to you! As long as you write the preceding events (her passing out, him trying to tend to her, etc. I want to see Iceland panic and rush to her aid. Hurt/comfort is great.). And obviously, I'd like a happy ending! (and Switzerland picking her up later in a panic after hearing what happened and secretly being really grateful to Iceland for making sure his precious baby sister is okay.)
Also, I'm a little picky about Liechtenstein's portrayal. I see her as a gentle, loving girl who, despite being extremely sharp and smart, is very kind and respectful and just an absolute doll. It pains me to see her being portrayed as a malicious teen who rebels against her brother. D:
Having Liechtenstein over was always a treat for him. Nations rarely made house calls into the late 20th and early 21st centuries as the age of empires died away and sovereignty and NATO became the norm. Being so far north and suffering at the hands of a waning economy, Iceland spent most of his time with his people, separate from the other nations.
So when the bubbly blonde appeared unexpectedly on his doorstep, his heart tripled in pace and his cheeks heated up at the sight. Because he was lonely. And only maybe a little bit in love. But Iceland didn’t expect anything aside from a typical friendly visit from the land-locked principality.
When Liechtenstein wobbled a little bit as they walked from the kitchen to the hallway, Iceland hadn’t thought much of it. She didn’t look very well that day, perhaps she was tired? Her eyes didn’t shine quite as much and the rosiness had gone from her cheeks but, when Iceland inquired as to her health, she smiled and shook her graceful head, playing with the hem of her blouse.
“I’m fine,” she insisted.
When Liechtenstein had doubled over in a coughing fit and looked back up at Iceland with tear-filled eyes, she continued to assert her health, despite the fact that all the color had drained from her skin and she suddenly seemed very tired.
But when Liechtenstein grabbed his arm while they were standing in the center of his living room, her grip loose from her trembling, and murmured “Look out,” Iceland hoped that she realized now she was very ill—especially as her eyes rolled back into her head and she crumbled to the floor in a pastel heap.
Iceland had dropped to his knees and caught her upper body with his arms, cupping her head into his shoulder and swinging her legs around so she nestled well in his grip, and he knelt on the carpet, eyes wide with terror and confusion and holy hell Liechtenstein just fainted in my house.
“Liechtenstein? Liech?” Iceland said gently, using his shoulder to hold her head parallel, brushing her golden locks from her colorless cheeks. “Liech…? Oh, okay good, you’re breathing,” Iceland said, and he placed a hand to her forehead and she was burning up, she was on fire—
Struggling a bit, Iceland managed to stand up and wobble his way over to the sofa, laying the girl as gently as possible across the dark blue cushions and propping a pillow behind her head. Now that her body was linear, Liechtenstein let out an audible grown and opened her eyes, her cheeks suddenly filled with color. She gazed at Iceland with a distant look, curling and un-curling her fingers along her abdomen as she turned her head and buried it into the back of the sofa.
In an instant she was up boltright, and as Iceland jumped in surprise from his seat at the end of the sofa, Liechtenstein doubled over and held her head as her vision shook and tumbled with sudden movement.
“Oh, ow, I-I’m so sorry Ice, I-I didn’t mean to—did I faint?” Liechtenstein asked as her eyes became clearer and she focused on Iceland.
“Well, yeah, but it’s okay—“ Iceland started, but Liechtenstein pressed her hands against her mouth in horror as she curled her knees to her chest.
“Oh—oh my I am so, so sorry, Iceland!” she stammered, and attempted to jump off the couch. She made it as far as placing one foot on the floor when, in all her embarrassment and sharp movements, her equilibrium was thrown off and she half-collapsed into Iceland’s arms once more as he threw himself under her to stop her from hitting the carpet.
“Liech, did you…. Did you faint again?” Iceland asked warily. Liechtenstein opened her eyes and looked up at Iceland, her entire face heating up when she realized just how close she was to Iceland’s face.
“I—I don’t feel well,” she muttered, although her feet were sliding along the carpet as she attempted to stand back up. “I-I’ll go home now…”
“No,” Iceland demanded, sitting her up against the base of the sofa. “Just—just stay there, and—uh—I’ll be right back,” Iceland said, losing his confidence as he rushed back into the kitchen for water.
Who can I call? he wondered as he rummaged in his refrigerator. I can’t call Denmark or Norway, they’re useless. Sweden and Finland would be helpful… but they’re not exactly nearby… He rushed to the sink, grabbing the first dish towel he saw and wet it under the freezing tap, staring at his reflection in the kitchen window.
“I can’t ask any of the neighbors,” he said to himself. “If a nation is sick, then a human—oh my Lord Liechtenstein is sick,” Iceland said through gritted teeth. If she’s sick then that must mean—
He rushed back to the living room, handing over a glass of water and forcing Liechtenstein to lie back so the compress could sit on her forehead, and then immediately went for his laptop on the side table.
“Do you have any other symptoms? You’re not bleeding anywhere, are you?” Iceland asked as he opened a browser to search the news. “You weren’t attacked, were you?”
“No, no I don’t think so,” Liechtenstein said, pulling her knees to her chest once more and laying her head against them. The compress slid from her forehead to the floor and she picked it back up, holding it against her head. “I’ve just been a little bit under the weather lately, that’s all, really. Nothing to be too worried about, I promise, Ice.” Iceland gave her a skeptical look and continued searching the internet, but didn’t see anything that could mean financial or social duress in Liechtenstein or in Switzerland.
“Well… I think you should stay here until you feel better,” Iceland said, and he reluctantly closed the laptop and pushed it away from him as he sat cross-legged in front of Liechtenstein, holding a hand to her forehead. “I can call Sweden or Finland for help, if you want.”
“No, I don’t want to burden you,” Liechtenstein protested, and as she attempted to stand up Iceland stood up with her, catching her as she fell a little bit as her legs gave out again. He sat her down on the sofa, pulled a blanket over her, and handed her the water.
“You’re staying, it’s no burden,” Iceland insisted. Liechtenstein gave a small pout, blushed once more, and laid down on the sofa under Iceland’s persistent stare, placing the cloth against her head again and closing her eyes.
“I’ll go get… something,” Iceland murmured. “For your fever, I mean. I don’t want you getting any worse.” Liechtenstein mmhmm’ed in response and continued to lay with her eyes closed as Iceland meandered into the washroom, his thoughts going at a mile a minute.
She’s so ill but she can’t leave but what will Switzerland say I don’t think he likes me as it is oh God what am I going to do I should really call Finland he’d be such a great help—
Finally locating a sorely neglected bottle of Tylenol, Iceland rushed back to the living room where Liechtenstein was lying, nested in the blankets, drifting in and out of what appeared to be a very uncomfortable sleep.
“Here, Liech, take this… are you getting worse?” he murmured, and his eyes widened as Liechtenstein fought to sit up so she wouldn’t choke on the medicine. She swallowed the pills dry, coughed, took a deep gulp of water and curled back up on her side, her hair bow going askew against the cushions. Now that she had resigned herself to being stuck at Iceland’s, her body had relaxed and the full force of her sickness became a reality.
“You’re really sick, aren’t you?” Iceland said as he sat beside her, brushing her hair from her sweaty face. “How long have you been sick?” It had been a rhetorical question, Iceland didn’t really expect an answer, but he was surprised to hear a soft “two weeks” come from the cushions. She sounded tired and delirious; both things Liechtenstein never appeared to be.
“What? You’ve been ill for two weeks and you still came?” Iceland said, and Liechtenstein winced as his voice pierced her skull.
“I-I wanted to see you,” she said, and she opened her eyes and stared directly up at Iceland, who was biting his lower lip and wringing his hands in his lap. “You make me feel better. But not when you speak so loudly.”
“I’m… I’m sorry for speaking too loudly,” Iceland admitted, and his fingers lingered gingerly over Liechtenstein’s forehead as she closed her eyes. “Just… sleep for now.”
Sorry for the mini bits, this will continue I loooove this pairinggg
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Iceland/Liechtenstein - feverish love confession
(Anonymous) 2012-03-24 01:19 am (UTC)(link)Whatever happens next is entirely up to you! As long as you write the preceding events (her passing out, him trying to tend to her, etc. I want to see Iceland panic and rush to her aid. Hurt/comfort is great.). And obviously, I'd like a happy ending! (and Switzerland picking her up later in a panic after hearing what happened and secretly being really grateful to Iceland for making sure his precious baby sister is okay.)
Also, I'm a little picky about Liechtenstein's portrayal. I see her as a gentle, loving girl who, despite being extremely sharp and smart, is very kind and respectful and just an absolute doll. It pains me to see her being portrayed as a malicious teen who rebels against her brother. D:
Seconded!
(Anonymous) 2012-03-24 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Seconded!
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(Anonymous) 2012-04-05 01:52 am (UTC)(link)Fevered - 1
(Anonymous) 2012-04-10 02:34 am (UTC)(link)Having Liechtenstein over was always a treat for him. Nations rarely made house calls into the late 20th and early 21st centuries as the age of empires died away and sovereignty and NATO became the norm. Being so far north and suffering at the hands of a waning economy, Iceland spent most of his time with his people, separate from the other nations.
So when the bubbly blonde appeared unexpectedly on his doorstep, his heart tripled in pace and his cheeks heated up at the sight. Because he was lonely. And only maybe a little bit in love. But Iceland didn’t expect anything aside from a typical friendly visit from the land-locked principality.
When Liechtenstein wobbled a little bit as they walked from the kitchen to the hallway, Iceland hadn’t thought much of it. She didn’t look very well that day, perhaps she was tired? Her eyes didn’t shine quite as much and the rosiness had gone from her cheeks but, when Iceland inquired as to her health, she smiled and shook her graceful head, playing with the hem of her blouse.
“I’m fine,” she insisted.
When Liechtenstein had doubled over in a coughing fit and looked back up at Iceland with tear-filled eyes, she continued to assert her health, despite the fact that all the color had drained from her skin and she suddenly seemed very tired.
But when Liechtenstein grabbed his arm while they were standing in the center of his living room, her grip loose from her trembling, and murmured “Look out,” Iceland hoped that she realized now she was very ill—especially as her eyes rolled back into her head and she crumbled to the floor in a pastel heap.
Iceland had dropped to his knees and caught her upper body with his arms, cupping her head into his shoulder and swinging her legs around so she nestled well in his grip, and he knelt on the carpet, eyes wide with terror and confusion and holy hell Liechtenstein just fainted in my house.
“Liechtenstein? Liech?” Iceland said gently, using his shoulder to hold her head parallel, brushing her golden locks from her colorless cheeks. “Liech…? Oh, okay good, you’re breathing,” Iceland said, and he placed a hand to her forehead and she was burning up, she was on fire—
Struggling a bit, Iceland managed to stand up and wobble his way over to the sofa, laying the girl as gently as possible across the dark blue cushions and propping a pillow behind her head. Now that her body was linear, Liechtenstein let out an audible grown and opened her eyes, her cheeks suddenly filled with color. She gazed at Iceland with a distant look, curling and un-curling her fingers along her abdomen as she turned her head and buried it into the back of the sofa.
In an instant she was up boltright, and as Iceland jumped in surprise from his seat at the end of the sofa, Liechtenstein doubled over and held her head as her vision shook and tumbled with sudden movement.
“Oh, ow, I-I’m so sorry Ice, I-I didn’t mean to—did I faint?” Liechtenstein asked as her eyes became clearer and she focused on Iceland.
“Well, yeah, but it’s okay—“ Iceland started, but Liechtenstein pressed her hands against her mouth in horror as she curled her knees to her chest.
“Oh—oh my I am so, so sorry, Iceland!” she stammered, and attempted to jump off the couch. She made it as far as placing one foot on the floor when, in all her embarrassment and sharp movements, her equilibrium was thrown off and she half-collapsed into Iceland’s arms once more as he threw himself under her to stop her from hitting the carpet.
“Liech, did you…. Did you faint again?” Iceland asked warily. Liechtenstein opened her eyes and looked up at Iceland, her entire face heating up when she realized just how close she was to Iceland’s face.
“I—I don’t feel well,” she muttered, although her feet were sliding along the carpet as she attempted to stand back up. “I-I’ll go home now…”
“No,” Iceland demanded, sitting her up against the base of the sofa. “Just—just stay there, and—uh—I’ll be right back,” Iceland said, losing his confidence as he rushed back into the kitchen for water.
Fevered - 2
(Anonymous) 2012-04-10 02:36 am (UTC)(link)“I can’t ask any of the neighbors,” he said to himself. “If a nation is sick, then a human—oh my Lord Liechtenstein is sick,” Iceland said through gritted teeth. If she’s sick then that must mean—
He rushed back to the living room, handing over a glass of water and forcing Liechtenstein to lie back so the compress could sit on her forehead, and then immediately went for his laptop on the side table.
“Do you have any other symptoms? You’re not bleeding anywhere, are you?” Iceland asked as he opened a browser to search the news. “You weren’t attacked, were you?”
“No, no I don’t think so,” Liechtenstein said, pulling her knees to her chest once more and laying her head against them. The compress slid from her forehead to the floor and she picked it back up, holding it against her head. “I’ve just been a little bit under the weather lately, that’s all, really. Nothing to be too worried about, I promise, Ice.” Iceland gave her a skeptical look and continued searching the internet, but didn’t see anything that could mean financial or social duress in Liechtenstein or in Switzerland.
“Well… I think you should stay here until you feel better,” Iceland said, and he reluctantly closed the laptop and pushed it away from him as he sat cross-legged in front of Liechtenstein, holding a hand to her forehead. “I can call Sweden or Finland for help, if you want.”
“No, I don’t want to burden you,” Liechtenstein protested, and as she attempted to stand up Iceland stood up with her, catching her as she fell a little bit as her legs gave out again. He sat her down on the sofa, pulled a blanket over her, and handed her the water.
“You’re staying, it’s no burden,” Iceland insisted. Liechtenstein gave a small pout, blushed once more, and laid down on the sofa under Iceland’s persistent stare, placing the cloth against her head again and closing her eyes.
“I’ll go get… something,” Iceland murmured. “For your fever, I mean. I don’t want you getting any worse.” Liechtenstein mmhmm’ed in response and continued to lay with her eyes closed as Iceland meandered into the washroom, his thoughts going at a mile a minute.
She’s so ill but she can’t leave but what will Switzerland say I don’t think he likes me as it is oh God what am I going to do I should really call Finland he’d be such a great help—
Finally locating a sorely neglected bottle of Tylenol, Iceland rushed back to the living room where Liechtenstein was lying, nested in the blankets, drifting in and out of what appeared to be a very uncomfortable sleep.
“Here, Liech, take this… are you getting worse?” he murmured, and his eyes widened as Liechtenstein fought to sit up so she wouldn’t choke on the medicine. She swallowed the pills dry, coughed, took a deep gulp of water and curled back up on her side, her hair bow going askew against the cushions. Now that she had resigned herself to being stuck at Iceland’s, her body had relaxed and the full force of her sickness became a reality.
Fevered - 3
(Anonymous) 2012-04-10 02:39 am (UTC)(link)“What? You’ve been ill for two weeks and you still came?” Iceland said, and Liechtenstein winced as his voice pierced her skull.
“I-I wanted to see you,” she said, and she opened her eyes and stared directly up at Iceland, who was biting his lower lip and wringing his hands in his lap. “You make me feel better. But not when you speak so loudly.”
“I’m… I’m sorry for speaking too loudly,” Iceland admitted, and his fingers lingered gingerly over Liechtenstein’s forehead as she closed her eyes. “Just… sleep for now.”
Sorry for the mini bits, this will continue I loooove this pairinggg
Re: Fevered - 3
(Anonymous) 2012-04-11 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)Thank you so much! Oh gosh... this is so cute and perfect! I can't wait for the rest!!